“Well, we will see after my accounts are audited. First, I want to ask you how you consider you have fared this week?”
“Admirably,—so well that I’m afraid of the accounts.”
“You need not be. Now I want you to listen while I read over the bills of fare for the week.”
Harry nodded in amused good humor, and smoked on comfortably.
“On Monday we had chicken salad, etc., for lunch. Dinner—Roast shoulder of lamb, potatoes, cabbage, macaroni, tomato salad, and peaches and cream.
“Tuesday. Breakfast—Breaded chops, baked potatoes, corn muffins.”
Harry nodded assent to each item as Molly turned her bright eyes on him to make sure he was giving attention.
“Tuesday. Dinner—Oysters, steak, ragout of lamb, stuffed potatoes, Lima beans, cheese canapées, and lemon pie.
“Wednesday. Breakfast—Hashed lamb, poached eggs, and soufflé bread. Dinner—Tomato cream soup, roast breast of lamb, chicken croquettes, stewed onions and potatoes, peach pudding.
“Thursday. Breakfast—Lamb chops broiled, eggs, tomato salad, stewed potatoes, muffins. Dinner—Fried smelts, beef à la mode, cones of carrots and turnips, mashed potatoes, lettuce salad, cheese fritters, amber pudding.